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Thursday.
I saw her again today. It's been years since the last time we met. She's so perfectly beautiful. I loved her brown eyes. And she couldn't take her eyes off me.

Friday.
I finally talked with her. She's cool. And i got her phone numbers. God bless me! :)

Saturday.
I called her twice today asking how she was. She responded positively which means good to me.

Sunday.
I met her today at church. For the love of God. She looked so beautiful in her white long-dress.

Monday.
I called her again today and found out that we have a lot of things in common. Great! She likes chinese food as much as i do.

Tuesday.
I called her again and asked her if she wanted to go out with me tonight. She said yes. God it's about time. I'm going to tell her.

Wednesday.
The dinner went great. We talked of a lot of cool things. I called her again this afternoon and invited her to dine with me and my family tommorow. She said yes and was so excited about it. God i'm the happiest man in the whole world.

Thursday.
.........................................

Frid­ay.
*******! In the middle of the dinner she announced that she's going to get married next month. And she wants me to give her away.

Saturday.
I need more beer to rock the night away. Cheers, mates!!!!



(Ten years later)
I could've been that man....
I can not forget the very first time i set eyes on you.
My heart was in a whirl as you mov'd closer to me.
Enchant'd may i have been, yet modest and true.
If i, wanton and impolite as i be, should have a fancy for 'ee,
I could have for my own eyes caused such a great pleasure.
For you were such a fair sight to the modest eyes.
Nay one man's eyes missed 'ee as swaggered.
J'ining the crowds, proud o' yourself med 'ee have been.
I miss those fair days, ol' Marygreen, by the weather spoiled were we.
'Twas i to seek 'ee, my being heart-tender, hurt to hope.
I oughtn't to hope for God's grace as you whisper'd my name,
Yet 'twas only what had troubled me.

My dear Sue, thine anger upon me was wanton.
As swiftly raged at me, unto me being surpris'd.
I love thee, may not i unto God be made
a saint.
Had i determined my course of action.
I could have been tolerable unto thine eyes.
My heart to pledge as of yore, yet torn and misled upon your path.
Alas! Don't 'ee charm-veiled come to conquer my heart as to setting about planning another journey not to be done.
Before God, and angels, though cast into agony,
'twas me unto whom you came when dark.
My Sue.... My dearest Sue....
A woman's heart is like an ocean.
It is wide, deep, and wild.
Men sail on it trying to get across to find where the promised land is.
They try to conquer it.
They try to measure its depth.

Some find the land and decide to stay there for good. They build a home and cultivate it.
Some find it, feel satisfied that they have conquered the ocean and go back to sail and conquer another ocean.
Some never find it and get frustrated.
Some confront terrible storms and drown.

And they all sing the same old song....
'' i want to sail the ocean...
Let me sail far away across the ocean...
I miss the sound of the waves beneath my ship...
I miss the smell of the salty waters...
I miss the touch of the wind on my skin...
Let me sail far away....
Away to find the land beneath the stars''
I would like to say just a few words about my father. However, I could speak forever about him. There are some things you may already know about him and other things you may not. But I think there are some things everyone may want to know about him.

My father, James Franklin McCormick, Senior, or Frank as he preferred to be called, was 69-years-old and a role model in demonstrating a strong work ethic. He worked at his job at Dayton Stencil for 44 years and was getting ready for work the morning he had a stroke. He worked almost every day even though he was 85% disabled from war injuries.

He obtained a broken back in the Army while preparing to go to war. After his partcail recovery, he was injured again while serving overseas in the Korean War. That's the reason he is being buried wearing his Korean War ball cap. He was proud to be a Veteran.

In addition to wearing his Korean War ball cap, he had a Brown's ball cap he also loved to wear. The Browns were his favorite team.

My father didn't just work ******* his job, he also worked hard at being a great father and husband and taking care of his family. He was always there when someone needed him and always offered his unconditional love and support.

My father loved being a dad and a grandfather. He loved his children and grandchildren very much and made us all know it.

His love for my mother was always evident. He was always at her side through good times and bad. He was there through her many illnesses. When my mother had cancer and it was clear she wouldn't be able to drive for a long time, he at the age of 64, got his driver license for the first time since his war days so he could help with all the things that she had always taken care of. After he got his license, he bought a huge Ford truck that he loved driving

I feel blessed that I got to spend a few weeks with my Dad before he passed. I felt it a blessing to watch my mother with my father and see all the love they still had for each other. They celebrated their 49th wedding anniversary on September 12th, 2 days before he passed. Their love and commitment to each other is inspiring. They had almost 50 years together.

In his earlier years, my father was very competitive in any sport he participated in. He always tried to be the best and usually was. He loved golf, bowling, pool and poker. Although that last one really isn't a sport. In recent years, he loved to play Bingo. He probably would've gone to Bingo every night if he could have. He won often and had a lot of friends there. He also enjoyed hunting and fishing.

My father had a great sense of humor and would try to trick or fool you at times. However, you could always tell he was up to something by a certain mischievous grin he would get on his face that always gave him away.

Even in his last days while in the hospital, before he got very ill, he would try to tease you. If you sat too close to him on the bed or touched something that was connected to him like a wire, he would let out a moan like you hurt him in some way. But then, there you would see that grin.

I believe that was his unselfish way of comforting us while we were comforting him.
Now you know a little bit more about my father. Like I said before I could go on and on about him.

The last thing I want to say I would like to say it to my father.

"Dad, you were loved and appreciated by all your friend & family. Thanks you for being the man you were. You have helped us and will always help us to be better people for knowing you and having you in our lives. Your love and devotion as a husband, a father, a grandfather, a brother and a friend will carry us and strengthen us until we all meet again. You will be deeply missed. Thank you, Dad."

And thank all of you for being here today and for your support.
I could not sleep...

The heat had taken my dreams away
In my bed i lay awake on that damp night of may
With my hands on your chest
Exploring your body like a quest

The smell of your skin merged with mine everytime we made love so tenderly.
Your fragile smile invited me in to your world of a thousand promises.
Naked were we, yet covered with loving defences,
Your hair on my face, extracting love from my very heart perfectly.

You cut my skin and i let you in
We danced to the music within as you breathed me in.
''Had we never touched so gently,
''Had we found somewhere else to be''

I can still remember the smell of our summer bed.
Those days when the rain tore our fears into shreds.
When you were all i had
And with me, along the empty road you came to pad.

Summertime of our lives...
Caught; tangled in the webs of self destruction.
Thoughts; controlling your every emotion.
Unseen; beliefs and morals.
Swallowed down the hatch.
Little left to grasp, concepts determine facts.
Strategically spinning, downwards; Downwards.
Spiralling out of control, not knowing how to face letting go.
Willingness, willing to grow.
Find your place, find your soul;
Find that smile again, find the whole.
 Nov 2010 Eoghan Byrne
Ben OHara
My ship is sinking

My ship is sinking

And I’ve been thinking

About giving in



Yeh, I’ve been stronger

But that’s not true any longer

Not since my love left me for western waters



She never said goodbye

Hardly gave me a glance, but with a sigh

she said “I think you know what I’m about to do”



And my heart, it then sank low

and the pull from the undertow

brought it deeper and deeper below


Further and farther

into the deep blue



My ship is sinking

My ship is sinking

And I’ve just been drinking


Missing you



What a cruel and crooked god

To toss around the waves


And send the desperate fisherman

to a salty grave



I haven’t seen the sun in weeks

And the storm still rages on


I wonder if the waters will calm

When I’m sunk and gone
I ended up using these lyrics for a song I'm working on.
You can check out the demo version here:
http://www.facebook.com/oharamusic
 Nov 2010 Eoghan Byrne
D Conors
the first thing i do
when i wake up
in the morning
is cry

the last thing i do
when i go to bed
at night
is cry

there are times
i do not count
anymore
during those times
in between
i cry

now i cry
and i no longer
no why
because there's
no reason
to cry
when there's
no
reason
d.
07 nov. 10
Have you
  ever seen
     God?

   I have
never seen
   God

But

Somehow,
i love him
  crazily

  Somehow,
  i need him
   urgently

Somehow,
 i feel his touch
  deeply
                    
  I adore
   " god "
He is the One!

He is the one
     above
  "My God"

My conscience
 echoes loudly,
     "SIN"

But

   I burn
    in Hell
 to have Him
                            
Is it idolatry?
 Obsession?
  passion?

  Yearn?
  Want?
  Desire?

      It is all! 
all  my emotions!
all i wake up for!

  He is the air,
   I breathe
  from my lungs

He is the heart,
   which bleeds
 on each sheet

He is the dream,
     the soul
of my existence
              
He is  My Love,
the man I call
  "my  god"
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